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A Dog’s Tail/Tale
Buffer was on a leash. He was not happy about that, nor was he impressed by the embarrassing red bow around his furry neck. That his freedom was being held in check was disgraceful enough, but the bow? Lucky he loved her. Just lucky!
She looked beautiful in the hugest red hat he’d ever seen. At least they matched, he and his mistress. Color aside, they always had.
He could feel her wound-up tension. She didn’t take her eyes off the big gray, unsteady building in the big water bowl. There seemed to be thousands of little brown ants milling about on the top of it. Ha! And he had heard humans say that dogs were color-blind. His eyes had dimmed over the years, and he couldn’t quite make out what the brown things were, and they were too far away to smell, but they sure
